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An Apology for Your Death

A poem about the guilt of a 5-year old.

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She wakes up hastily to a strange room Orange is the only thing she sees, Dripping warmth over her innocent skin, But failing to worm into her cracking heart.

Gripping on the trembling sheets under, She remembers, Water was his last request, and water she did not give.

Her stubbornness led to tomorrow’s chaos Hurried footsteps behind the white walls, Cries muted for dwindling hope, but it was time to let go.

He passed echoing in her ears, Making a new home between her cracks, Painting her walls purple and black, Squeezing her until she breaks.

It was too big for her tiny self So, she wails in the strange room, Her foreign voice contained in it, Begging him to come back.

Apologies slipping through her mouth, But she’s lost, So she wails and wails.

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